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Concept sketches of TBN Wally with his rollater
In this AU Wally Darling has narcolepsy and is generally sick from nearly dying from an overdose of the amnesia drugs. He actually flatlined for a few minutes. He has weaker muscles and fell so often that they gave him a rollater. He has nightmares and episodes of sleep paralysis. He has constant brain fog and memory issues. He's functional at the very least but very sick.
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you know its not enough. you know it’s never been enough.
1400
you take the pills at the lunch table. 1400
they don’t notice as the pills go missing from your bag.
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four
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eight
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twelve
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fourteen
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you sit with them in the library
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you feel them starting to take over your body
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you know it’s not enough
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but you put on the songs you’d want to go too
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and you text your online friends one last goodbye
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and you fall asleep on the bus
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you wake up the stop next to yours
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you walk home
you climb into bed
and hope the next one goes better
Dilan: You look like a corpse that we just pulled out of the river.
Braig: No, I look like a rock star who OD’d in his own pool. Big difference.
@angstfactory ft;Neylani
There was a place Penny knew of, one where she and Jesse would go when they had to escape his Dad during her summers there while her mom was off partying somewhere. The cliff overlooked the ocean, and it was the perfect place to watch the sun set set down into the water. Despite the things that had sent them out there, those quiet moments smoking weed and drinking in silence with Jesse were some of her favourites, most peaceful memories.
And that's all she wanted. Peace.
Ignoring the clink of her phone against the bottle that was rolling around her passenger seat as she turned her station wagon off the main road and onto the dirt one that would lead her to the cliff side. The comments that had started to flood her page as the likes and views rolled in en masse still played through her head, each worse than the last. She'd hardly been able to look at it. He hadn't even tagged her, and still they'd found her.
Turning off her headlights as she parked right at the edge, Penny rolled down her windows and cut the engine, reaching over for the bottle and cracking the lid open. Lighting a cigarette and starting with a few pulls of that, and despite the burn, despite her gag, she managed to chug a decent few mouthfuls.
have you ever seen someone od?
yes
no
unsure
(yourself, friends, anyone on the street, all you need is to have witnessed it)
Robin & Batman: Jason Todd #3
do you hear INTO DUST BY MAZZY STAR playing? oh, that must be STEVIE DUVALL breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like MAIA REFICCO to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for TWENTY THREE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are TWENTY SEVEN years old. yeah, they live over on PENNY LANE, and i heard that they work as a MUSIC PHOTOGRAPHER ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of SMUDGED LINER AND A FAR OFF STARE, A DUSTY OLD YEARBOOK WITH HER PHOTO SCRATCHED OUT, A ROTATION OF VINTAGE LEATHER JACKETS, A CLOUD OF NICOTINE DISGUISING ANY CRACK IN ARMOUR, WIRED EARPHONES IN AN UNORGANIZED BAG but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why are ALL MY FRIENDS and AT THE RIVER, in the queue?
full name : stevie duvall \ birthplace : bayharbor, maine \ birthday & zodiac : november 17th, scorpio \ parentage : aiko lin ( estranged ), james duvall ( strained ) \ sibling(s) : younger brother, hendrix duvall ( deceased ) \ occupation : music photographer \ relationship status : single \ gender identity : cis female ( she / her ) \ sexual orientation : pansexual \ faceclaim : maia reficco.
backstory.
trigger warnings include : grief, death, addiction, overdose, and abandonment.
her mother named her after stevie nicks and then left not long after. evelyn duvall used to be wild. the kind of woman who toured with bands in her twenties, lived out of a suitcase, called music her first ( and perhaps only ) love. motherhood was never really in the plan, and yet she found herself birthing two. when the road came calling again, she didn't hesitate to answer. soon packed a duffel and disappeared when stevie was only four, her younger brother barley turning two. all she left behind was a crate of old records and a stack of handwritten letters that never felt real. stevie swears she feels nothing when it comes to her mothers abandonment, yet she's kept every letter despite never reading them. her family moved to cider point after that, hoping for a fresh start. james duvall was a quiet man often battling his own demons. he worked long hours as a fisherman, a job that he hated. from a young age he put stevie on an impossible pedestal. said she would be the one to make it. give their family the stability it so desperately needed. the pressure felt like love sometimes. others, like a cage. how was she supposed to provide any type of stability when she'd never been shown what that looked like ? by the time she was a teenager, it felt like she was about to explode. she began setting fires to just about everything in her life. but while she was running around trying to fix her own messes, she was still burdened with the responsibility of keeping the men in her life afloat. hendrix was now an addict she fought hard to get clean. and her father . . . well, he failed to commit to anyone after his estranged wives departure. something the women of cider point would could to find out. for stevie, getting out was no longer just a want. it was a need. and she did. halfway across the country. creative, sharp, and everything she was supposed to be. she even took a gap year, touring with a band she met along the way before returning to her studies. everything was going well . . . too well. but then her brother overdosed. the worst part being that her father didn’t tell her. he said it would've been too much for her to handle. that she had her whole life ahead of her. as if grief was something that could be scheduled according to his will. she found out the morning of the funeral, when texts of sympathy began to flood in. confused, angry, and out of her mind, she rushed home. but by the time she got there the sun was rising for a new day. she was too late. the anger that consumed her was so big it still lingers to this day. she can't look at her father without feeling the betrayal creeping back in. still, she cleans up his mess with her eyes cast to the ground. barley speaking a word to him unless it's to tell him how much she hates him. something she knows she shouldn't do considering how short life now seems to be, but she can't help herself. if he was so willing to break her heart, why should she spare his ? she hasn't left since. sleeps in her aunt’s spare room, pulls her weight, pays her way. she doesn’t talk about what happened. still flinches whenever someone mentions her brothers name. people like to assume why she wasn't there, at the funeral of the brother she'd always loved more than anyone else. but no one knows the full story, and she doesn't feel like she'll ever be ready to talk about it. to accept that he's really gone. in a lot of ways, she blames herself. maybe that's why she's on a fast-track mission to fuck up her own life. it all feels pretty meaningless now anyway.
personality.
stevie is messy, but a lot more self-aware than people might think. she has a sharp tongue, but behind it is a heart that she keeps guarded as best she can. due to her past, she doesn’t trust that happiness lasts, so she doesn’t hold onto it for very long. often finds herself drawn to broken things and people, mostly because she sees herself in them. a fun time girl in the moment, but a disaster waiting to happen in the long run.